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You can own your fantasies with me, Little Osha. There is nothing in this realm or the next that I won’t give to you if you desire it. All you ever need do is ask.
“You forget that I’m a winter creature, Saeris,” Fisher murmured. “I don’t crave the attention of the sun. The snowcapped mountains, the forest, the frozen river… those places are my home. You are home.”
Because what was a book, if not a portal into another realm, another time, another life even.
but do you scent any fear on me? Do you think I am afraid to face my demons? I’ve faced them before. I know them all by name. I’ve conquered them and bent them to my will more times than the sun has risen over Yvelia in my lifetime. I’ll face your nightmares if I have to, and I will still be the most frightening thing prowling around in the dark.”
“Until you learn how to be gentle, I will not teach you how to be violent.”
I could only pity him that she wasn’t his and be fucking thankful that she was mine.
My gut instinct had proven right many times in the past; I wasn’t about to start ignoring it now.
“There it is,” I whispered. “What?” “The way that you love me. Some would say that is your weakness.” The lines of his face softened. “Some would say that,” he agreed. “But they would be wrong. It’s my strength.”
“I said, ‘I’m going to drown myself between your thighs.’
“Your body is mine for the next three minutes. Surrender.”
“A part of loving me is yielding sometimes.” “You want my obedience?”
“No, Osha. I want your trust.” “Ah! And do I have… yours?” I kissed her neck, still maintaining eye contact with her in the mirror. “Anything I ask of you, I give freely and willingly in return. Always. I promise.”
The way she looked at me made me want to do better. To be better. Every day of my life, I was going to have to work my absolute fucking hardest to deserve her love and respect. I wasn’t afraid of the challenge.
Khydan Graystar Finvarra,
“Allow weakness into your heart, and it will break you.”
“What does it feel like… to lose something that you love so dearly?”
“It feels like trying to make sand flow backward in an hourglass. It feels like being surrounded by people and being the only one who can’t find the air in the room. It’s drowning on dry land. It’s the hollow ache of something that you know, from that moment on, will always be missing. It is a pain so acute and incurable that poets, pirates, and politicians alike die from it. And it never ends.”
“I’ve come for a dragon, as is my right. Summon our father. Tell him I’ve come to make a trade.”
